What the Mighty Huntress brought in

After the initial shock of discovery has worn off, we’re still debating whether she actually laid down her prey, or decided to go for the more characteristic approach of collecting fallen fruit, so to speak.

Either way, this unfortunate feathered fellow had been discretely and unceremoniously deposited on the living room floor in our absence, and only the quickest of reflexes on my part as we returned home saved it the indignity of becoming rather pancaked underneath a size 45 (11½ US) left foot. It has since been relocated to a somewhat more worthy resting place where nature may go about its business without too much human interference.